Home again, home again, jiggedy jog

When I was a child my mother used to use a little rhyme with me when we had returned from a trip. “To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, home again, home again jiggedy jog.” Tonight, after a week away which I dearly loved, I’m rather glad to be home. One of the movies the kids watched while on the road (probably for the hundredth time) was the Wizard of Oz. I know how the ficticious Dorothy would feel after returning from Oz. She had a marvelous experience, but it was good to get back to Kansas.

So I must say I will get to doing the blog in ernest later. It’s back to reality fo me and mine.